Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“I went to prison when I was sixteen. Before, I was with one woman. She was three years older than me. I lasted a minute and a half.” I couldn’t help but smile. Before I could say anything, he continued. “Even back then, I’d never wanted a woman the way I want you,” he said, his voice rough. “I swear to you, I will protect you and Caleb with my life.”
I felt small beneath Riot, but instead of fear, all I felt was an overwhelming sense of relief and expectation. He was so gentle, yet fine tremors racked his body and sweat erupted over his skin like he was stressed. I leaned up to kiss his neck, needing to give him whatever he needed. His confession and the careful way he treated me only affirmed my belief he was the perfect man for me.
He inhaled sharply at the touch of my lips against his skin, a shudder running through his powerful frame. “Violet…” He breathed my name like a prayer, his hand sliding beneath my shirt again, this time pushing it upward. “Can I see you? All of you?”
I nodded, suddenly shy but determined. He helped me sit up just enough to pull my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as they took in my simple cotton bra, nothing fancy or seductive about it.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of the fabric. “So fucking beautiful it hurts.”
No man had ever looked at me this way, with reverence and hunger mingled together. Doug had always treated my body as something to use, never to appreciate. The way Quinn looked at me made me feel beautiful for the first time in years. Maybe ever.
I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away. His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through me. When his calloused palm cupped my breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple, I arched into his touch with a gasp.
“Tell me what to do, Vi.” I couldn’t imagine any other man in this position asking that question. Not because I expected him to know, but because no other man I knew would care more about making this good for me than protecting his ego.
“Whatever you want. Touch. Explore. Taste. Then you let me do the same.”
Riot’s eyes flashed with heat at my words. “I want everything,” he growled as he lowered his head to my breast. The first touch of his mouth on my nipple sent electricity shooting through me. I gasped, arching into him as he sucked gently, then with more pressure, his tongue circling the sensitive peak and making me cry out.
I tunneled my hands through his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands, holding him to me. He switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand kneaded the one his mouth had abandoned. All the while, he growled and snarled against my chest. Though he was obviously a man on the edge, his touch was still gentle, almost reverent.
“Quinn,” I moaned, squirming beneath him as heat pooled between my thighs. I’d never felt anything like this before, this desperate, clawing need building inside me. It was frightening and exhilarating all at the same time.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my skin, his mouth trailing down my stomach. His hands moved to the waistband of my pants, hesitating there. “Still okay?”
Christ, this man! It was obvious how much he wanted to fuck me. And maybe any woman would do. But he was still stopping to check with me. He wasn’t moving and counting on me to stop him, he was forcing me to make the decision myself so he knew he wasn’t scaring me into submission. No one had to tell me that’s what he was doing. This was who Riot was. A protector through and through.
“Yes,” I breathed, lifting my hips in invitation. “I’m more than OK. Don’t stop, Riot. I swear I’ll tell you if you scare or hurt me. Just do what feels good.”
He must have needed the encouragement because he groaned and sat up on his heels, sliding my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. I was completely naked beneath him now, and Riot’s gaze ate me alive. I fought the urge to cover myself as his gaze traveled over me, hungry and appreciative. “Fucking perfect.” He scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “If I could have made a woman for myself, she’d look exactly like you.”
“Where have you been all my fucking life?” I whispered.
He snorted out a laugh. “In prison. But not anymore.”
I smiled, reaching for him. “No. Not anymore.”
“I got lost time to make up for.” He raised his eyebrows as if challenging me.
“I know a double-dog dare when I hear one.”